Chapter 45

He won't know how grateful I am to him. I looked out of the window and then sat up to get dressed. But he took me into his arms. "Get some sleep.

I looked at him and said, "Cheney. It's getting dark, and it feels a little sleepy outside. Let's go home and sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Are you afraid?"

I felt guilty and pouted at him. "A little."

He put his head on my hand and stared at me. "What scares you, Krista? There is no ghost."

I pie my mouth. "I'm not afraid of ghosts."

I said, sitting up again, getting dressed, and spoke. "If only there were ghosts in this world."

He raised his eyebrows. "What?"

I put on my clothes and smiled back at him. "I have something to say to my father, many things. If there is a ghost, isn't it good?"

He was silent for a moment. "Maybe."

"It seems that you also have a dead person who you want to talk to. Who is it?"

He gave me a look. "My brother."